What i want... i'm not sure...
I remember the first time i met Inuyasha,
he was sealed to the ancient tree, vines growing around him, pinning him there like that.
I remember how i immediatly went up and stroked his adorable fuzzy ears,
i remember the look on his face, anger mixed with pain as he believed me to be Kikyo,
his beloved. All these things were the little pieces that made me fall head over heels for him.
All i wanted was for him to see how much i loved him,
all i wanted, washim. But now, i stand here, invisible to him as he hold's Kikyo in his arms.
She's dieng, slipping out of his grasp for the 2nd time,
i feel a mix of anger, jealousy and sadness as i see his hands caked with her blood,
it's trickling consistantly from a deep wound to her back.
Naraku has finally got Kikyo for good. I fall to my knees with a limp thud,
why must i feel this aching in my heart.
Why must i suffer by Inuyasha's hands when he is not even hurting me.
I am dieing, just not physiaclly,
though i might as well be.
As i land Inuyasha's ears twitch in my direction, and he turns,
his amber eyes meet mine and it only makes my pain worse.
I allow a salty tear to trickle unchecked from my eye,
he will never be within my reach.
Even with Kikyo departed from the world of the living he hangs onto memories and hopes,
i am always a second-best. Always.
Maybe was made to suffer, but i'm tired of it,
i hate being held in these universes of hell in this damned body. To be free of this body,
of this pain, is what i want.